2 years ago100+ Views
I was blowing my wad at a strip club in rural Kentucky.  I had a lame horse I got on the cheap parked out front that used to be a winner but wasn't anymore and loser horses only make mincemeat in Kentucky. The air was stale like week old matzo and one of the dancers was the daughter of someone I knew but didn’t like.                           She was dressed only in werewolf kisses and moved like an android ballerina with a bad case of vertigo.  I sat and wondered what the Bible had to say about sexual Positions, Kitchen remodeling, Coping skills, I laughed to myself in the dim lit corner and pulled out my gun………
This sounds like some sort of fucked up Borderlands boss...
2 years ago·Reply
tell me about that, I'm unfamiliar, I have a gigantic imagination though.
2 years ago·Reply